On October 11 of the Liang calendar, the sky of the Tang Dynasty was gloomy, the thick clouds successfully blocked the sunlight, and the lacquer carving Le Zheng sat alone in the palace, and the portrait of the lacquer carving Yan Li was spread out on the table, he didn't know how many he painted, the only thing he could feel was that the painting in front of him was the most satisfying, with both form and spirit, lifelike, and the lacquer carving Le Zheng couldn't help but reach out and touch the cheeks of the person in the painting.

Next to the painting is a solitary pot of Jialan, a flower that grows only on the plateau in the northwestern mountains of the Lower Tang Dynasty, with blue thumb-sized petals that bloom from the stamen to the middle of the stem, with 24 petals overlapping and overlapping, which is the most common number, while this one today has 25 petals, which is extremely rare in the natural environment.

"Prince" Zhuo Lingyi walked into the side hall and saluted respectfully.

"It's finished?" Lacquer carving is a simple two words, slightly hoarse and remorseful.

Zhuo Lingyi nodded businessmanlikely, Qi Diaole was infinitely contradictory in his heart, on the one hand, he wanted to hear the news of success, but on the other hand, he was very afraid of hearing the news of success, when the news was presented to him, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Sakura" Qi Diao Le was stroking the portrait, his eyes were full of guilt and reluctance, "Forgive me, forgive me......" He clearly saw that the top petal of the Jialan flower fell, and finally fell on the hand of the Qi Diao Lezheng, so that it was no longer one in a million, and became the same as the Jialan that grew in the wild.

"Tell Yan Tong to bring her body back intact at any cost!"

"Order!"

Qi Diaole stopped looking at the portrait, and when he turned his head, he returned to his former coldness. "Master Zhuo, accompany this prince to the Shahua Hidden Court." Zhuo Lingyi frowned when she heard this place, but she still accepted it.

The reason why the Shahua Courtyard will make people feel uncomfortable, because this palace will indeed make people who have been there feel uncomfortable, although it is also in the Lower Tang Dynasty, but its location is far away from the royal court, like a courtyard. The two three-story old palaces are surrounded by a ring of ruined walls, and the palace gates are old and unrecognizable, and although the two doors are closed, you can see the scenery of the palace through the gap in the middle.

Zhuo Lingyi pushed the door, did not force, the two doors were like a scream of sorrow, the huge palace was overgrown with weeds, full of rubble, the palace near the palace gate adopted the regulation of the triple eaves of the nine-story platform, the most eye-catching is the design of the six-layer roundabout top of the top, the white cornerstone is inlaid with golden yellow edges, although it has been mottled at the moment, but compared to the main body of the main hall has been preserved in good condition, the main hall door is hidden, most of the window edges have been damaged, and the eaves that were originally covered by glazed tiles are now only some hay and dead branches.

The palace in the distance with the same regulations is even more unbearable, the third layer has disappeared, and the remaining two floors are also ruined walls, relying on the two palace walls that have not collapsed, someone has enclosed a relatively closed space with bluestone.

Maybe it was because she heard the mournful cry of the palace gate, the door of the first palace was opened, and a white-haired palace maid cautiously poked her head out, wiped her eyes as if she couldn't believe it, and confirmed that the person who came was the king of the Tang Dynasty. Qi Diaole glanced at her with disgust, walked past her and walked straight into the palace.

The palace was dim, and by the light of some candle heads, the two of them stepped on the filthy ground, breathed the air mixed with the smell of dampness, mildew, and rancidity, and came to the end of the palace, and could see a man lying on a bed, and the stained curtains that could no longer be seen hanging down in their original color. Qi Diaole could see the chests of the people on the bed through the curtains, the yellow-white hair was greasy and glued together, the sallow and wrinkled face, a pair of half-open and half-closed eyes were looking at the front emptyly, and saliva was constantly left on the side of the wrinkled and shriveled mouth.

This living dead is none other than the former Khan King of the Lower Tang Dynasty, who was once a generation of brave monarchs, ten years ago he led his troops to capture Yinzhou of the Liang Dynasty, and it was under his leadership that the Tang Dynasty continued to expand its territory and successfully became one of the three major powers, even after ten years, he is just past the age of not confused, and he should not be so dying.

The world only knows that five years ago, Qi Diao Bi Long suddenly disappeared, and the power of the Tang Dynasty was all handed over to his son Qi Diao Lezheng, and his whereabouts have become a mystery, some people have speculated that he is tired of fighting and killing, and has escaped into the empty door in order to forgive his sins, and some people are rumored that he died of illness in the battle, and his real whereabouts are only known to his son who is standing in front of his bed at this moment.

Qi Diaole was lifting the curtains, squatting down, and calling: "Father, father! ”

Qi Diao Bi Long's empty eyes suddenly opened, and immediately his breathing became short, and he turned his head to look at the person who came, and when Qi Diao Lezheng's face appeared in his sight, Zhuo Lingyi obviously saw that what appeared in his eyes was surprise and fear, and it was precisely because of this emotion that the whole person began to shake uncontrollably, and his mouth wanted to say something.

"Father, my sons have come to see you, look at you!" Qi Diaole was combing Qi Diao Bilong's hair, "Erchen knows that he is wrong, he hasn't come to see his father for so long, think about it for three months, in fact, Erchen has always been worried about his father", Qi Diaole is with a penetrating smile, "It's like Erchen has been thinking about his sister." ”

Hearing this, Qi Diao Bi Long was even more excited, the whole person struggled to sit up, and the scream in his mouth became louder, but unfortunately despite his hard work, he was still pressed on the bed by Qi Diaole. Qi Diao Bilong shook his head vigorously, and looked at his son with tears, as if begging for mercy.

"Father, why is it still the same? Erchen promised that he would not hurt his sister, after all, his father was such a biological daughter! Qi Diao Lezheng deliberately emphasized the word "biological", "How long has it been since my father has seen Yan Li?" Oh, I guess I haven't seen it since I moved into Sawa Retreat, right? Qi Diaole was making a look of extreme remorse, and knocked his head with his hand, "Father must forgive his son, the son is busy with state affairs and forgot to tell his father about such an important matter." Yan Li is long gone! The last sentence was particularly loud, and after finishing speaking, Qi Diaole was actually laughing out loud.

On the other hand, the old Khan King was like ashes, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while, staring at his son with some disbelief, and Qi Diaole was looking at it with great enjoyment, "That's right, you don't have to look at me like this anymore!" Yan Li is dead! She died that night five years ago! I strangled her with my own hands, and I sent her on her way with my own hands! ”

Zhuo Lingyi clasped her hands together, pinching her flesh and skin hard at the moment, constantly reminding herself not to lose her temper, while the white-haired palace maid knelt at the door and kowtowed and cried, each of her kowtows was extraordinarily hard, and the sound of dong dong echoed in the palace.

"It's been five years, and now Xia Tang is mine, you can rest in peace!" Qi Diaole was staring at her, stood up and scolded loudly, "How you played with and abandoned her at the beginning, I will repay you how I repaid!" The more you cherish it, the more I will destroy it, and now everything you have is gone, only you are left! ”

Qi Diao Bi Long began to cough violently, blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and tears couldn't be stopped, his heart was like ashes, and he finally looked at this son hard, gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand, slowly stretching out, this action looked like he was going to caress it, but Qi Diao Lezheng would not give him a chance at all.

"I am the real King of the Lower Tang Khan!" Qi Diaole was shouting angrily and turned around and strode away, without any nostalgia. The hand in mid-air never fell, and Qi Diao Bilong also regained his calm, he indifferently watched his son's figure disappear completely, and indifferently looked at the Khan King's guards waiting outside the palace.

That's right, Qidiao Lezheng didn't just come with Zhuo Lingyi, the Khan King's guards were already waiting outside the Shahua Court. Qi Diao Le Zheng walked out of the secret court, waved his hand at the guards, all the guards immediately ran into the dilapidated palace and sprinkled the dry wood and gunpowder that had been prepared all over the Shahua Youyuan, and when everything was ready, the leader of the Praetorian Guard handed a torch to Qi Diao Lezheng's hand. He didn't look back, he knew that those aging eyes were still looking at him, and he also clearly heard the kowtow of the white-headed palace maid, but he didn't have a trace of pity, he threw out the torch, and suddenly the flames bloomed in the courtyard of Shahua, strong like a blooming Jialan, yes, Jialan, what Qi Diao Le saw in his eyes was her face, her smile.

Zhuo Lingyi witnessed all this with her own eyes, the originally fair skin of her hands was scarlet at the moment, and her body trembled slightly, not because of the fall of night, but because of the person in front of her.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and it didn't last so long, thanks to the constant addition of firewood by the leader of the Praetorian Guard, and in the end there was nothing left but ashes, and the previous Khan was wiped out along with the Sawa Court.

The next day, in the lower palace, Qi Diao Lezheng convened civil and military officials to discuss several important matters: first, about him to make comprehensive preparations for the throne of the Khan, and spread the news of the death of the previous Khan to the whole country; second, regarding the Liang Dynasty killing the princess of Xia Tang and his own princess, and brazenly tearing up the letter of peace between the two countries, Xia Tang must take revenge; Third, it is necessary to adopt a concerted strategy and unite several countries to jointly crusade against the Liang Dynasty.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty basically agreed on the first issue, after all, they had not seen each other since the old Khan had been ill, and the prince of lacquer carving had been in charge of state affairs for the past five years, and what was lacking was the name of a Khan king.

For the second article, most of the officials expressed their anger, one of the three major countries in the Tang Dynasty, took the initiative to send the princess to make peace with the princess in exchange for the result of the princess's death in another country, which is a naked provocation to the Tang Dynasty! Only a few ministers thought that there might be a misunderstanding, but under the pressure of the lacquer carving music and the fierce revenge cries of the majority, these voices of reason were completely drowned out.

The last point is that the support and opposition are divided half: supporters believe that the Liang Dynasty now has a strong army, and there are four powerful forces stationed in the four directions, and if they want to crusade, they must rely on the strength of other countries; The opponents believe that Xiliang, one of the three major powers, has had many frictions with the Tang Dynasty in the past, and has fought each other several times, and there is already hatred, if the two ends of the Xiliang head rat, once the Xia Tang sends troops and Xiliang is sneak attack behind the back, then the Xia Tang will undoubtedly suffer from the enemy, and some other small countries are weak, and it is harmless to support or not.

After a bustling noise for an hour and no conclusion was reached, Qi Diaole was angrily punching and smashing one of the armrests of the golden carving chair, which made the ministers quiet. After retreating from the court, Qi Diaole was instructing his attendants to let the six departments go to the Pozang Pavilion to meet him.

Located at the top of the mountain, the Po Zang Pavilion is the forbidden place of the Imperial Palace, no one is allowed to approach without the permission of the lacquer carving Lezheng, compared to the noise of the Linxia Palace, the Po Zang Pavilion is really a clean and good place. At this moment, the royal killer group of Lacquer Carving Lezheng, the six department masters, are all here: Chi Zong, the head of the Sand Halberd Department, Yan Tong, the head of the Qing Resentment Department, Zhuo Lingyi, the head of the Mirror and Shadow Department, Nangong Che, the head of the Wolf Ming Department, Long Wen, the head of the Red Blood, and Mo Yao, the head of the Innocent Department.

The halberd sinks into the sand and the green lantern resents, and the Cangjiang mirror shadow is a wolf at night

The knife marks are innocent and the red moon is fishy, and the six parts are not traceable to take human life

Qi Diaole is reciting such a secret poem with great interest, "I have been training you for so long, and now I am the rightful King of the Tang Dynasty, you no longer need to have scruples in acting, take out your skills, I will take revenge on the Liang Dynasty!" ”